Month: August 2018

A few years ago, while sifting through boxes of my childhood treasures at my parents' home, I discovered a journal I kept in third grade. In this journal, we were required to practice our cursive by completing daily prompts our teacher, Mrs. Hamilton, had written on the whiteboard. After perusing a few pages of wonky... Continue Reading →

Not long ago, a friend of mine reminded me that it’s okay to change my mind. Funny how it’s so easy to forget such a simple thing, though it’s not surprising. We live in a society that spends a lot of time telling us that we must follow a specific plan for our lives and... Continue Reading →